Madame M

Madam M's massage parlor was on a dimly lit part of the main thoroughfare. The arrived just in time to see Johnny being pushed out, landing flat on his ass.

"The hell is this bullshit? I ain't payin' that much!" The slender Wutaiian beauty that had pushed him down sneered, her black kimono rising perilously up her thigh.

"Well, this ain't a charity—so if you don't have the gil to pay, then get the hell out!" Johnny ran off, and Cloud cautiously entered the lion's den. Madam M spread out her fan, appraising Cloud.

"Welcome, welcome. Just the two of you? Step right up. Now then, what manner of massage do you desire?" she practically purred.

"Say what?" Aerith asked, her jaw agape. Madam M looked at her, as if the first time.

"This your first time in our establishment? We are a hand-massage parlor, among other things. An excess of fatigue and tension can make even the simplest task a terrible strain. It is our pleasure to relieve our patrons of that tension. And what better way to seek relief than through the skilled ministrations of a professional? So now that we understand each other, what manner of massage do you desire?" she sidled up to Cloud, inspecting his ass and crotch clinically.

"We're not customers. Need an invite to the audition with Don C-" Cloud said, yelping when the Madam pulled out a stiff crop from under her kimono, striking his ass with it. She was seething now.

"Oh for the love of—Say another word and I'll shove this fan right down your throat! This is the last thing I need. You're young and stupid, and I suppose that means you think I'll let you off easy. So you want what? A favor? Well, here's the thing… This is a massage parlor—a respectable establishment. But if you don't require our services…" she growled menacing ... "Then tell me! Is there any reason I shouldn't have you dragged outside and shot for wasting my valuable time!? Well!?"

"Sorry," Cloud grunted, his ass welting from the strike. Madam M tugged his pants down, just enough to expose the reddened ass. She bit her lower lip.

"Hm. Name?" she asked.

"…Cloud Strife."

"You're **** to me from hence on. And you may call me Mistress. Hand.

"Huh?"

"Give it to me! You've been in to some scrapes, to be sure. But your hands still have an effeminate touch. Elegant. Graceful. A proper bitch. Okay, ****. Let's see what you're made of. After that… we'll talk. My fee for domination is 3,000."

Cloud just gaped at the dominatrix. 3,000? For something he wasn't even terribly interested in, as pretty as she was.

"You want to save Tifa, right?" Aerith asked, the devil and angel all at once.

"Then make your way to the room in the back… and wait. There is an outfit for you there. You have ten minutes."

***

There were instructions, a bondage harness, and a blindfold. Cloud bit his lower lip. Anything to save Tifa. He stripped. God, he was looking effeminate today, he thought. He didn't have much body hair, just some blonde traces around his penis. His skin was alabaster and rosy, except for the recently struck flesh, which remained red and angry. He put on the bondage harness. his half stiff cock drooping downwards with fear. He put on the blindfold and all was dark. And then, as the instructions commanded, he laid belly down on the massage chair. There was a hole for him to breathe, and surprisingly, one for his cock. His hands rested behind his back and he jumped when he felt Madam M's fingers on him.

"This exclusive treatment is reserved for our most well to-do patrons… First… the hand creams. A generous coating for each and every one of your richly deserving fingers… Let’s start… with the tips… That's it. Relax. I'm only here to help. Oh? Did that hurt?" she tugged on his fingers, rubbing cream into it that made his fingers feel so supple and soft...

"No…" he whispered. She reached down, squeezing his bare ass, making Cloud moan.

"Then I'll move on… to the base of the fingers… Let's see if we can't improve your circulation. Get that blood flowing. No, don't fight it. Stress is poison to the body. And finally… some gentle stimulation for the palm. No more than a touch. Just like this. Oh? What was that? A cry of pleasure? Is this how you like it?"

The hand massage was the most erotic thing Cloud had ever experienced. By the time that alone was finished, Cloud was hard and wanting. Madam M peeked under the table, smiling broadly at the physical response.

"Good boy," she said. "You're highly effeminate indeed, ****. Have you ever thought of being a woman ... serving a big, strong Man?" she purred.

"No ..." Cloud said. Something in his core, some long repressed memory, triggered a sharp pain in his mind.

"Today will be your first lesson," Madam M said. "This will destress you utterly." Cloud squirmed as he felt a thick dollop of lubricant hit his ass. It was similar to the hand moisturizer, and Cloud moaned as he felt it enter his hot ass, along with Madam M's finger. After a few minutes, he felt the tip of something large and rubbery.

"This is what it will feel like, when you are ready. But large and hot and so very hard," she said, pushing against him, crying out happily when the head pushed into Cloud's ass. Cloud yelped. "Oh, you are so good for this, ****. Do you like what Mistress is doing?"

"Yes ... Mistress," Cloud grunted as she pushed in deeper. Fuck, why did part of this feel familiar, he thought? And why was he still hard?

"Good ****," Madam M, slapping his ass hard despite the praise. "You may stroke yourself. You'll find with the hand lotion, it'll feel like pussy. You ever had pussy, Cloud?"

"Just ... eaten," Cloud said.

"Not surprising," Madam M said. "Some boys are built for ... other things." She settled into a pace, pushing the strapon into Cloud further, deeper, making him moan, making him squeal, making him bitch. And Madam M was right. Jerking off with that lotion on his hands felt so good. Even better than Jessie's mouth, Cloud had to admit.

"Can I ... cum?" Cloud said, suddenly antsy.

"Yes," Madam M said. "But only if you admit you're a bitch."

"Me?" Cloud said, his brain getting foggy. But his cock was needy, he needed a cum so fucking bad. "I'm ... a bitch." He groaned, shooting his load all over Madam M's floor, while she settled into him, the big rubber balls pounding Cloud's own, making him leak every drop onto her floor.

"If that was to your liking, do come again," she said, pulling out, stripping off the big rubber phallus and letting Cloud recover.